Café Floris

Eating at Café Floris is kind of like being in a doomed relationship. They treat you badly, you know you can do better, and yet– there's just something about them. Maybe it's the way the French waitresses gaze at you like they'd rather be anywhere else that doesn't require them to wear tight black pants. Or maybe it's the way the Heinz ketchup bottles have been lovingly refilled numerous times with a sugary, watery substitute. Or maybe it's even the way that they go to all the trouble of messing up your order nearly every time. Admit it: you're cheap and easy, so's Café Floris. You're made for each other and you'll be back.

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